Sherlock Holmes Urban Fantasy Mysteries 4: Sherlock Holmes Urban Fantasy Mysteries, #4

By John Pirillo

When Conan woke up. He was not dead, but on a new world he had been brought to after his death, nothing seemed to have changed at first.

 

But once he stepped outside the room he had been transported to, he had found himself in, he discovered he was in a new world.

 

No longer the Victorian London he had written his great Sherlock Holmes books, but in a Victorian London where citizens had to fight off vampires, werewolves, demons, and wizards who sought to rule the world.

 

And the men he had been brought to meet were the very characters he had written himself…Sherlock Holmes, Doctor John Watson, Professor Challenger, Ms. Hudson.

 

He soon learned that the world was inhabited by every author, and character they had written.

 

And that was just the beginning of his new life.

 

In this book Conan adventures with Sherlock Holmes and Harry Houdini as they combat a wizard so powerful that even Merlin would have problems dealing with him…Lovecraft!

 

And in the second adventure mystery in this book, Sherlock Holmes, Conan, Harry Houdini, and their friends will Journey into Magic.

 

Magic that is bent and twisted by a mysterious group of sorcerers… The High Tea Society.

 

Urban Fantasy Mysteries are spread before your imagination like a buffet of great tasting food as you adventure and explore the new Victorian London with Sherlock Holmes, Conan Doyle, Professor Challenger, and Harry Houdini.

 

Buy your book now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Pirillo
• Release date: Sep 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215677087

John Pirillo

The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)

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Sherlock Holmes

Urban Fantasy Mysteries 4

Copyright 2022

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

SHERLOCK HOLMES URBAN FANTASY MYSTERIES 4

Struggle against Darkness

The Ritual of Horror

Evil Strikes

221 B Baker Street

Scotland Yard

221B Baker Street

1212 Memory Lane

Distant Remarks and Occupations

1212 Memory Lane

Baking Narrows

1212 Memory Lane

221B Baker Street

Horrors Unfold

The Mansion of Lovecraft

221B Baker Street

Transition of a Monster

She

Premonition

The Lost and Found

Scatter World

A Thousand Miles

The High Tea Society

The Journey

1212 Memory Lane

Shadow Bringer

Holmes

1212 Memory Lane

Baker Street

1212 Memory Lane

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Lovecraft

Struggle against Darkness

N o! Harry cried out as he thrust at the darkness threatening to engulf him.

It was not palpable in the sense of being a substantial life form, like a human being or even some magical creature. No, it was thick and void, like those mysterious parts of the galaxy that scientists like Nikola Tesla and Thomas Edison were guessing exhibited strange behavior, like garbage cans in space, sucking in all matter.

He had asked Merlin once about such things and Merlin would say nothing any more definite than that one-day Harry would divine their purpose. Whether for good or for evil.

The Ritual of Horror

H.P. Lovecraft listened to his wife and child play in the common room and smiled. He would have loved to join them. Usually, he did. But this afternoon he had a deadline to meet.

The London Literary Journal was publishing his latest story: A Meeting of Man with the Elder Gods. It was his latest attempt at describing the outer dimensions he had learned of during his visit to ancient India, where tribesmen spoke of monsters and demons...Rakshasas, who terrorized the countryside and summoned by certain spells and books.

He had spent two years studying the myths and legends of that area of the world and eventually branched out to other countries nearby. But the length and the breadth of his studies assured him of one thing and one thing only...that man’s ability to imagine anything from the uttermost sublime to the horrifying depths of terror was the same everywhere.

When he returned home from his travels he returned to his home with Evelyn, a lovely woman of determined spirit, whom he wished to be the mother of his children, as well as the pride of his life. Books were well and good, but a warm hand at night to hold and an arm body to cozy with on a long walk in the mornings was worth more than any fortune in the world.

Still, he had to pay the bills.

So, there he was conjuring up another spell to add to his latest story. This was one that he remembered from his travels. To this point in time, he had refused to put such on paper, let alone speak it aloud. But this was no time to be squeamish or condescending about what he had heard. He needed it. So, he began reciting the ritual aloud as he wrote it down, changing certain words to make it more terrifying as he did so.

He was desperate to put something unusual on paper to hold his readers attention. He knew this would be it. In fact, he could feel it in his bones and every cell of his body.

As he began writing his thoughts down and the ritual for summoning the Elder Gods, he felt a tension building about him.

At first, he thought an approaching storm was electrifying the atmosphere. He could still hear his wife and child playing together. So, he went to the study windows and flung them open.

The outside was calm and peaceful as it usually was

this time of day. Not a cloud in sight.

But the tension and dryness of the air seemed  growing. He turned about and found his paperwork giving off an odd mirage like shivering of the air, as if he were traveling the Great Deserts and not standing amid a London home.

The shivering increased and then a foul odor began to build. He coughed from the stink and foulness of its scent, plucked his handkerchief out to cover his nose.

The shivering continued and began to expand. The papers fluttered to the floor, but in a certain pattern.

He froze the moment he saw it: the pattern of the Elder Gods! Two triangles opposing each other. Rising as if on the forehead of some invisible creature.

Then before he could flee the room, the windows slammed shut with a loud bang.

The sound of his wife and child were lost as something straight from the tales of horror he had heard in India began to step forth from the shivering air above his paperwork.

But it did not stop entering. It just kept growing and growing and...

Evil Strikes

She walked quickly along Henley Street, the dimming light of the setting sun casting golden rods of light upon her heavy coat. She shivered a moment, and then pulled her wrap tighter about her throat. The scarf was handmade from wool and cotton she had sewn together by hand in her spare time.  Of which she seemed to have less and less to spare these days.

She sighed.

Soon she would be home to her family.

Her husband.

She frowned when that word popped into her mind.

He really was not the sort she wanted to come home to.

Not anymore. Something about him had changed. It was as if he were another man altogether. Something emerged from